Boos came from the Milan crowd because Toti's bet was very bad. Once Zhuo Yang really wore a Roman jersey, not to mention Zhuo Yang's face, AC Milan's skin was torn to pieces.

Maldini raised her head. "Torti, you fucking..."

"Okay, team horse." Zhuo Yang stopped Maldini. "Let him finish his words." He was a little unhappy at this moment. I gave you the way, do you have to be right and not forgive me?

?Stingy! Chicken intestines! You are so vicious about betting, are you not planning to live a good life?

"Franco, what are you going to bet first?"

"Zhuo Yang, look, we didn't score a goal today, so we didn't decide the winner and lost. We got a draw..."

The Milanese booed collectively. Totti actually held it over. When the words were said, Roma's teammates felt a fever on his face. Zhuo Yang also looked at Totti with a smile, without saying anything to stimulate him.

"...Since we are all engaged in football, since we have not decided the winner today, we have to decide the best in football. Are you right?"

Zhuo Yangxin said that I missed Franco, and he was really an open and honest person. "Be particular! Franco, you are a particular person! Why can we compare, I will listen to you all." Whether it is one-on-one bullfighting, or

All the other messes are so messy, Zhuo Yang is confident that he will not lose to Totti in football.

"We are the ones who scored more goals in the league this season!"

Zhuo Yang "..."

The Milanese booed the stands above the passage, and Maldini was about to laugh. "Francisco Toti, are you shameless?"

"Paul, don't interfere, this is my business with Zhuo Yang." Totty was shameless and was not ashamed at all.

Toti is only one less than Kaka now, ranking second in the scorer list with 19 goals, and Zhuo Yang has just 10 goals. Not to mention that there are 8 rounds left in the league, even if the two are in the 18 rounds, it is impossible for Zhuo Yang to follow the trend of the two this year.

It's rare to catch up with it. Totti actually said so glamorously.

Zhuo Yang's waist was bent with a smile. He stretched out one hand to stop Maldini and covered his stomach with the other hand. "...I admit defeat, Franco...I admit that I can't compare to you...I don't want to be with you

Bet... you can't win... you are the number one in the world..."

Zhuo Yang could see this. Totti followed suit and planned to give himself a provocation. He thought he was young and energetic and blurted out, "just compare," and then he couldn't take back the spit that he couldn't get back. Finally,

He had to bite the bullet and drill into the condom. Zhuo Yang smiled that Totti looked down on him too much, and his provocation methods were so naive that they were unsightly.

"...Franco, I don't bet with you, I can't afford to bet... I can't afford to bet... I can do whatever you like..."

Totty was stunned. He didn't want to use scoundrel methods. Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yang Ding couldn't be the one. This kid was too charismatic!

"Zhuo Yang... Just admit defeat... I don't care... Just admit defeat... I don't care..." I didn't know what to say, Totti forced himself to smooth things over.

"It's so shameless..." The Milanese chirped.

"I bet with you who scored more goals this year!" Kaka suddenly said loudly.

"Yes, yes, you two are the real masters. Franco, you and Ka Shao come and compete, I will win by Ka Shao." Zhuo Yang quickly added fuel to the fire.

Kaka reached out to take the beam, allowing Totti to find a step, and also aroused his passion for fighting. Kaka 20, Totti 19, whether they bet or not, the battle for the best scorer this season is obvious, not comparable

It's also comparing.

"Okay! Kaka, I'll bet with you. If you lose, you must wear our Roman jerseys and make a public appearance." Totti looked righteous.

"Okay...yes! You..." Kaka was interrupted by Zhuo Yang before she finished speaking.

"Franco, the bet is still our bet, but Kaka replaces me to bet with you. If Kaba loses less, I wear a Roman jersey, how about it?"

Totti was overjoyed. "Okay, let's make up for it!" He reached out and asked Zhuo Yang to make a appointment.

"Let's go! It's not that cheap. Franco, what if you lose?" Zhuo Yang looked at Totti with a playful look on his face.

Totti, "We'll write down our affairs today." There are many bosses in the world, but there are very few who are so self-righteous and take it for granted.

The soldiers of AC Milan booed again, and Maldini said again, "Toti, are you still shameless?" Even Ronaldo said, "You are so embarrassed to say this?"

The other Milanese people present were either due to the relationship between the national team or had a big gap in football status and Toti, so they couldn't speak out to him openly, so they followed suit and booed.

"Then...what do you think you should do?" Totti couldn't resist so many people making excuses, so he had to ask them.

"Of course you're wearing a Milan jersey if you lose!" said Ronaldo.

"Yes, yes! That's the reason..." Everyone spoke in unison again.

"I..." Totti felt guilty. Everything in the world is in case, not to mention the battle for the best scorer in the 55th. But letting him, the king of Rome, wear Milan's jersey, is not as good as killing one knife.

Therefore, don't do to others what you do not want others to do to you. The pit that Toti dug for Zhuo Yang has now made himself fall into his trap. The bet he made is neither not to accept nor not to accept this.

When the Milanese had enough ridicule and when all the Romans wanted to dig the cracks in the ground and crawl in together, Zhuo Yang stood up and relieved Totti.

"Let's do this, Franco, I'll have an idea." Zhuo Yang said, "I did not do it today. To express my apology, if you lose this bet, you will have two choices."

"One, you made a public appearance in a Milan jersey; two, you donate 1 million to me that "Zhuo Yang No. 18 Charity Fund."

“Choose one of two, you can do either.”

The person who fell into the water saw a life-saving straw. Totti was overjoyed again and quickly stretched out his arm to high-high with Zhuo Yang, as if he was afraid that he would regret it.

"That's it, I've bet!"

The bet is established.

Back in the locker room, Maldini said worriedly, "Zhuo Yang, you're a little sloppy, what if..."

"Paul, I will definitely not let Zhuo Yang wear a Roman jersey, believe me." Kaka immediately patted the captain's chest.

Zhuo Yang pretended to be frowning. "Master Ka, it's not that I don't believe you, but if..., the horse team, you will definitely not allow me to wear the Maro jersey, right?"

"Absolutely not allowed!" A gleam flashed in Maldini's eyes, and he spoke firmly.

"Then look, Paul Gerge. I naturally have confidence, ten thousand confidences, but there is nothing absolute in this world, right? In the end, Totti was really lucky to have a penalty kick hat trick.

What's wrong, they can't do it, they just happen to have one less card. So... what should I do then?"

Kaka's face turned red with anxiety, Maldini's eyes widened. They were about to speak but were blocked by Zhuo Yang.

"Listen to me and listen to me. What I mean... Paul Gerge, you have one hand in Italy to cover the sky, there is nothing you can't do. If you really can't do it, just ask someone to give Totti a laxative, put poisonous snakes at home, or just find someone

Is it okay to kidnap his son?”
Chapter completed!